Struggling through with joy... |
kind of.
Struggling through with joy... |
I’ve had no time to write until now. I feel depleted and a bit empty, disappointed in the goals I didn’t meet, the ways I didn’t give enough, searching for something interesting to write about. It has me wondering about our kids who come to school with very few of their basic needs met. Or only their basic needs met: food, shelter, a perfunctory kind of love. No wonder they sometimes struggle to find something to write about. Yet so often they still do.
Then too, I’m thinking about the girls I saw on my Facebook feed last night, an eleven-year-old and a high school junior, respectively, who spoke vehemently to thousands about the need for change in our nation, the high school student standing silent in front of the audience, tears streaming, for several long seconds, forcing all of us to realize the loss she and her classmates are facing. I am awestruck by these girls. I want to raise a girl like this: fierce, full of purpose, not afraid to speak against terrible wrongs. Oh, these beautiful children who fill up my life; the two precious little ones in my home, the hundreds who have passed through my classroom, the multitudes who are awakening our nation to its brokenness. You are, each of you, so precious. May we live up to what we owe you. May I live up to what I owe you.
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3/25/2018 08:54:17 pm
I wish more adults thought the way you do. Those last two lines are so important. We all owe kids so much more as a nation than we give. I'm so glad I found your post this evening.
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3/26/2018 01:40:30 pm
I am pretty amazed, too, by all the students who spoke at the March for Our Lives rally. If you want to see another great speech, google Autumn Peltier. She spoke at the UN on Friday. I'm amazed at all of these young people. I was nowhere near capable of this at age 16, 17, 18....25! :)
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